Chapter 892 Any Luck?

I knew she had a hand in the day's chaos. Things do not always go as planned. I sighed, kept quiet, and with Charlotte in my arms, we found a quiet spot to take a breather. The cops had the amusement park on lockdown. Despite the swarm of people buzzing in and out, tracking down Maxwell was like finding a needle in a haystack. Once we settled into the rest area, I got Charlotte some water, snagged a few snacks, and after a little bit of soothing, her tears dried up. Thank goodness Chloe was there, or we might have had a real crisis on our hands. With Charlotte calming down, I was curious. "Kiddo, how did you end up in the bathroom? Who took you there?" Her crying had stopped, and her eyes were still rimmed with red. "Uncle Maxwell," she sniffled. "He told me to stay put until he came back, then he took him and said granny would come for me. Told me to stay quiet and wait, but I waited and waited, and granny never showed." I knitted my brows. This mess had Maxwell's fingerprints al